Pronúncia do Norte

There is a harbinger of death
From deep where I come from
The ancients call it a whip
New rich are bad luck

It's the Northern pronunciation
Fools call it clumsy

Weak hemisphere, other strong
Noon don't be sad
I don't know if the compass exists
And the plan may fail

Neither war in neighborhood or court
It's the Northern pronunciation
It is a harbinger of death
The river runs to the sea

I have no boatman
I won't even row
I look for ways
New to walk

You picked the branches
Where did they land?
From frost to pearls
The springs have dried up

The river runs to the sea
And there is a harbinger of death

And the webs that glaze
In the windows
They wait for a boat
Similar to them

I have no boatman
I won't even row
I look for ways
New to walk

It's the Northern pronunciation
The river runs to the sea

And the cobwebs that flutter in the windows
They are waiting for a boat similar to them

I have no boatman
I won't even row
I look for new paths to walk

It's the northern pronunciation
The river runs to the sea